It was dusk, Sun Guanzhu put down the scripture in his hand and stood up.
"Master, are you going to the Taiping Palace tonight?" the boy asked.
"I'll live there." Guanzhu Sun said, "You keep an eye on the lights, it's dry today."
The child responded and carried the lantern himself.
The mountain road is winding and the lights are dimmed upwards.
The Taiping Palace is still the Taiping Palace, and the Taoist boy who opened the door is still the same.
According to her habit, she went to Cheng Jiaoniang's residence in person.
"Have you wiped it today?" she asked.
"It's been wiped, but the flowers in this room are still new," said the Taoist boy.
Guanzhu Sun nodded.
"Remember to do this every day, so that the house will be popular, in case the wife comes back and it will not be a good place to live," she said.
The Taoist boy responded, but felt that it was unnecessary. The lady just left. How could she come back so soon, let alone being picked up by her grandfather's family.
"Master, will my wife come back?" she couldn't help but ask.
The Cheng family treated her badly. It was not appropriate for her to be taken in by her grandfather's family. Why would she come back?
Guanzhu Sun said nothing.
I don’t feel that I have not had this lady’s presence for decades. Why is it that this lady has only been here for two months and then disappears? I feel so empty.
It's like losing its backbone.
A daughter who was abandoned by the Cheng family and raised in a Taoist temple was actually regarded as her backbone, which made me laugh even if she told her.
Guanzhu Sun smiled and shook his head.
"Whether she comes back or not, this is her home," she said.
The Taoist boy said, "That's right. This Taiping Palace is the property of the Cheng family after all."
The master and apprentice turned around, closed the door, and came out. There was a knock on the mountain door outside.
"Master, the people from Baoyuan Mountain Taoist Temple have sent a letter."
Baoyuanshan Taoist Temple?
Guanzhu Sun was stunned for a moment, so late? What happened?
In the room, Guanzhu Sun read the letter close to the lamp with a complicated expression.
"Didn't I say that these two children are very thoughtful, and I asked you to pay more attention to them?" she said, sighing.
"Yes, I was careful at first, but these two children are quite honest, take their homework seriously, and work hard. They don't say how pitiful their life experience is. They are down-to-earth, just..." The person who came was also a middle-aged Taoist nun.
He also sighed and said, "Who would have thought that he would suddenly run away and steal the incense money in the temple, which is our winter savings."
"You deserve it." Sun Guanzhu said angrily, "Don't expect me to give you money for our winter."
The middle-aged Taoist nun chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Uncle, my master didn't mean that. He just came to tell you." She said.
Guanzhu Sun snorted.
"I still don't know what your master is thinking." She said, and then sighed, "How far can two children run in the middle of the night? Have you all found them?"
"I've looked for it. I've looked for it for hundreds of miles. There's no trace at all. It's really strange. Otherwise, it might have been picked up by a wolf." said the middle-aged Taoist nun.
Guanzhu Sun looked at the letter in his hand and said nothing. He was thinking about whether to deliver a letter to Cheng Jiaoniang. He also thought that he didn't leave an address when he left, so he couldn't deliver the letter.
"It's getting late. You should go to the foot of the mountain to have a rest. If you run away, just run away. There is no other way. We are not driving them away, but they have to leave on their own. Life or death is left to their own devices," she said.
The middle-aged Taoist nun responded yes.
"Uncle." She thought of something and then stopped, with a somewhat flattering smile, "I heard that the dim sum here is very famous. Why don't you get some when I leave so that we can spread the word over there?"
Guanzhu Sun sighed, as if he knew what you were thinking.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, we are a Taoist temple, not a dessert shop, what do we preach?" she said.
The night is deep and the mountain wind is blowing.
In the dark night, two small figures trudged hard.
"Sister, I can't walk anymore."
"You have to walk even if you can't walk."
"Sister, where are we going?"
"Go somewhere where those who don't want us will regret it."
Finally seeing two lanterns in the night, everyone in the convoy heaved a sigh of relief.
"Madam, madam, we have arrived at the inn." The maid said happily, looking at the woman wrapped in a brocade quilt in the carriage.
"It's already so late, why not just hurry up and get going," said Manager Cao and Fourth Master Chen.
Chen Siye was naturally willing. When they came here, they kept going like this day and night. On the way back, they took this woman with them much slower.
"Go and talk to that lady," he said.
"Me?" Manager Cao waved his hand quickly, "It's better for you, Mr. Fourth, to go."
Along the way, Manager Cao almost never appeared in front of Cheng Jiaoniang. Master Chen Si naturally saw it, and then thinking about what happened at the Taoist Temple, he could naturally tell that Cheng Jiaoniang didn't like Manager Cao, or...
Don’t like the Zhou family?
"This lady of ours has been weird since she was a child, so I just listened to our old lady's words. She has taken care of her since she was a child." Manager Cao sighed casually.
Mr. Chen Si said, "This child was taken care of by Mrs. Zhou. He must be very close to the Zhou family. The patients are all weird. This sweet lady must have a weird nature."
He turned around and went to the carriage and said.
"How can it be done? It's too tiring? How can you bear it?" the maid immediately objected.
A healthy person like her couldn't stand the bumps of the carriage for so long, let alone Cheng Jiaoniang, who was in poor health.
Mr. Chen Si looked at Cheng Jiaoniang and knew who of the two masters and servants was the one speaking.
"Madam, my father's condition is really..." he said apologetically.
"The faster, the slower." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Haste makes waste." The maid nodded, looked at Mr. Chen Si and said, "My wife is exhausted. When you get there, you won't be able to care about your father's illness."
That's true, Mr. Chen Si nodded.
"I was negligent, please forgive me, madam," he said.
Deciding to stop and have a rest, everyone headed towards the inn in a lively manner. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the inn was even more lively than theirs.
This is a dilapidated inn that has been in disrepair for a long time. At this time, the yard is full of carriages and horses, mostly transporting goods, and the air is mixed with various strange smells.
"Get out, get out, there is no place, people will die, let alone live in." Two chubby Yi Cheng were driving away four or five men.
Four or five men were carrying a door panel, and there was a man covered with a quilt on top of it. He was driven away by the postmaster, and the men were all cursing.
"What are you doing? Are you deserters who can't defeat the Western bandits want to show off to us?" Yi Cheng scolded.
"You thief!"
These words were like a knife stabbing into the hearts of these men. Their faces suddenly turned red and they raised their fists.
"Don't make a fuss, he was right." A man shouted, stopping the others and looking at the Yi Cheng, "We're just going to stay out for the night."
"Brother, but the third brother, his illness..." the other men said, their voices choked with sobs.
The man said nothing and glanced here.
Here, Mr. Chen Si's carriage and horses are driving in. He has a tall head and a big horse, and he is wearing rich clothes and jade belt. You can tell that he is extraordinary at a glance.
Yi Cheng, who was attentive to his words, immediately took it over with a smile.
"Master, would you like to stay in the hotel?" they greeted warmly.
Manager Cao took out the coupon and saw the bright red official seal of the Kyoto Armed Forces Division on it, and the chief almost nodded his head to the ground.
In a small place like theirs, how could they have seen such high-ranking officials waiting to come from the capital, so happy that they were itching all over.
"The room is not enough."
"It's not enough. Drive all those vendors out."
The inn was suddenly filled with excitement.
The men who had lit a bonfire outside looked on coldly, and someone spat heavily.
"It's true that noble and humble have different fates!" he said.
"Brother, third brother is dying." A man shouted, looking at the man under the quilt on the door panel.
A crowd of people gathered around him, but they were helpless and finally bowed their heads in tears.
"Human life is destined by God, just accept it." The leading man murmured, but his expression was extremely sad, and he clenched his hands tightly.
Who wants to accept fate! Who wants to accept fate! But what! What!
"Human life is really destined." A female voice said, "This sick person met me. What a good fate."
What?
There was a lot of noise in the inn, and there were several carriages accompanying them. One of the carriages happened to be parked here, and seemed to be waiting for it to be packed before entering. At this time, the curtains of the carriage were opened, and a woman seemed to be looking over in the dim night.
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In fact, I updated 3,000 words in the morning. Two updates a day means one update and two thousand words. I didn’t say it before and it doesn’t count. Today, I specifically say that if one update is more than three thousand words, there will be no two updates. (To be completed.)
